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Friends with a mutual desire to get out of the nasty situation we have found ourselves in. I'm not stupid; I know he's a victim of Don Dimitri, too. I might be young, but I see things for what they are and that every decision men around me make is fucking wrong. Drugging people. Selling women. Prostitution. Not to mention gun and knife crime endorsed by every man who sells marked products within these organisations. It's a rat race to be the one mentioned in the inside fucking news. It's as if they feel a need to have their organisation's name tied to the tragic outcome.

Another time, I’d stolen something for him, just so he could sell it on the black market and make some quick cash. I knew he wanted to impress the Bloods, and if he became a soldier, he’d have access to more cash. A better life for us. Tonight, for the first time, Diego had set me up to sell myself. To sell my body to another man so we could make some extra money. I was nervous, but a part of me was also excited. It was wrong, but I’d never been afraid of breaking the law before. I’d done drugs. I hadn’t been a virgin for a long time. I’d stolen before and never gotten caught. I was good at being bad and both Diego and I knew that.

Friends with a mutual desire to get out of the nasty situation we have found ourselves in. I'm not stupid; I know he's a victim of Don Dimitri, too. I might be young, but I see things for what they are and that every decision men around me make is fucking wrong. Drugging people. Selling women. Prostitution. Not to mention gun and knife crime endorsed by every man who sells marked products within these organisations. It's a rat race to be the one mentioned in the inside fucking news. It's as if they feel a need to have their organisation's name tied to the tragic outcome.

"I don't need to worry about it? I'm not stupid, Tyberias. I know you do some shady shït otherwise I wouldn't have been threatened to stay away from you." He huffed before answering "Fine, I'll tell you but you don't repeat this to anyone. Understood?" I nodded eagerly "I sell drugs and weapons to people around the world. But I also have some legitimate businesses to fall back on like clubs and hotel chains." He said calmly. He raised and eyebrow, waiting for my reaction. "Woah. That's so cool!" I said, moving to the edge of my seat, eager to know more. "Cool? I didn't expect that type of reaction from you. I thought you would go running for the hills"

And when I almost lost hope because I was at the very end of the articles, when something suddenly popped up. "BLACK MARKET. COM SPLITY DRUG SALE 10% Off." My forehead furrowed at what I read and immediately pressed enter to see what it really was. And I can hardly believe what I read. N-no... C-Clein!

Drug Trade: Large-scale narcotics production and distribution, including synthetic drugs and opiates flooding multiple countries. Human Trafficking & Illegal Auctions: A hidden trade in kidnapped individuals, with victims sold into forced labor and sex trafficking, disguised as high-society "auctions." Money Laundering & Fraud: Complex financial schemes using offshore bank accounts, shell companies, and cryptocurrency transactions to clean billions of dirty money. Government Corruption & Bribery: Systematic infiltration of political and law enforcement institutions to protect their operations and eliminate threats. Black Market Artifact Trade: The illegal acquisition and sale of priceless ar

"Se sei costretto a entrare nel mondo delle mafie, impari una o due cose per non essere fuori dal giro. Ha aiutato molto nel corso degli anni (If you are forced to enter the world of mafias, you learn a thing or two so as not to be out of the loop. It has helped a lot over the years)." "Triste (Sad)," I said as we finally made our way to the counter. Faye just shrugged because what else could she say? She was right. We paid for the items and Faye didn't ask me where I'd gotten the money from and I was grateful. What isn't your business really is not your business. Once everything was paid for, we got out of the store, bags in hand as we waved down a taxi. One stopped in front of us and we sl

“I became a drug dealer, selling drugs to junkies and homeless people.” My eyes opened wide with shock and I looked back at my guilt in his eyes. “I am not proud of what I did Felicity. If I could turn back the hands of time there is so much I wish I could change. So much I wish I had never done.” He explained sadly. I did not know how to respond to this. He sold drugs to homeless people! Did he sell drugs to kids as well? I looked at him and I had the sickening feeling that he did that too. What other crimes did he perpetuate? I was certain he was not saying everything.

” Brenda, please stay strong, I'm coming for you soon. I mumbled to myself what I had found out about that place was far too terrible to even think about the dark market was known for selling a lot of illegal things but they did not stop there they went a little farther than selling drugs that had already expired and contacting them in a way that was supposed to give *cure* or selling weapons that were not supposed to be reachable to others that were not qualified to handle them.

"Patricia had to accept three jobs to pay her father's debts. She worked as a baker during the day, a dance performer at night, and a dance instructor on weekends." I pressed closed my eyes as I remembered how I cruelly tried to make her quit her job at Blueplate. I remembered that afternoon when she came to the shop barefooted. I thought it was her way of catching my attention, but she was not making a show. It was real. Her sad eyes were real. "What usually happens in a private show?" I unconsciously asked. "I do not know," the investigator said, "Gracieux Performing Company is a high-class dance company that provides entertainment to the rich, but unknown to everyone, its underground busi